#earthsevered

[chidoreap-blog]

Guruko snarls. Kakashi halts at once, and the thought, unsettling as it is, nags at him most suddenly. Whoever nears these woods bears none of mortal scents... No, upon him, he boasts the fragrance of a breeze. Wintry, too. Crisp and eerily cool. Yet, beneath the noon heat, even the tickweed is withering to nothing, and justly, the copy-nin straightens with a wariness in his gut. None are allowed to cross these woods. Their odd stranger will find no lightening of this rule. "Seems you caught his attention,” he welcomes then as his canine snaps. "Sorry about that.” A lie. “He's a bit on edge."

@earthsevered, strange man; cold like the winter wind!

[saberfanged]

@earthsevered liked for a starter

       He inhaled, mouth opening so he could better scent the air around him. Ggio fell into a crouch at the site of the silver haired man, though tipped his head to the side in curiosity. “I don’t know what you are,” he intoned finally. “Tell me.” A demand, really, more than a question.

[shizibande]

▄ = telling them a joke .

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everyone has bad days ; li has been due for another for some time, on a running streak of good luck and decently low amounts of emotional turmoil. and she supposes it’s for no real reason that she growls at everyone to cross her path, or that her arms wont drop from their crossed position against her ribs ; that her brows are knit so tightly they’ve surely made a permanent canyon between her eyes. and most that cross her ignore it, as they do ---  after all, the safest way of dealing with a cranky cat is to just not touch it at all. 

but there are always s o m e who risk it, who reach for her belly knowing they may be bitten ; who tell jokes in division hallways knowing they may be b l o w n off, walked away from, snapped at with glimmering jaws. and kensei has always been brave in the face of angry beasts ; always loved a challenge --- it can only be expected, she supposes. 

and she tries her very hardest to ignore it, leaned against a doorway glowering at her heels. she tries to pretend he isn’t there, would rather that to rounding on him for n o t h i n g --- but there is a bubbling noise that comes from her throat that is hard pressed to be kept down, a snickering, gravelly thing that breaks through a once grim and grieved expression ( didn’t suit her anyway ) and makes the bridge of a freckled nose crinkle with the effort to keep it down. and it makes her  m a d, that she’s laughing, a hand reaching for her mouth to shut her up, because it wasn’t even a good joke !! how unfair !!

the reaper runs a hand through wavy hair and fits him with a heated glare, softened by the good-natured narrowing of golden eyes. her voice belies the words out of her mouth, warm and appreciative, even if his actions hadn’t been intentional.    “   you need to work on your jokes.   ”

[destructivour-aa]

❛     heh.  you lookin` for somethin` to   PASS THE TIME   ?     ❜

@earthsevered